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Comments about Meg Rapp
The skies are always gray,
with the threat of rain.
The sun doesn't shine here,
There is no reason for it to.
Those clouds can't always keep it in,
Sometimes they open up and show what's inside.
The open up,
It begins to rain,
There's thunder and lighting,
With the possibility of a tornado.
The clouds have to stop raining,
People can't see what they hide,
For if they do,
They will run and never come back.
To keep the hurt and sadness in,
The clouds just have to make a slice,
A sharp blade,
That's all it takes.
We will be safe ...